Therapy (Intro) Lyrics

Thought that I could trust in you

Surprised to find it wasn't true

But I didn't fault you for the thoughts you was succumbin to

It was just a thought until I noticed it was comin true

My mind was clear at one time

Blindin me as it filled with clues

And truths

Main bitch and a mistress but no muse

Pay yo dues

Take yo mic cuz Kobe would take yo shoes

Ain't no rules

Guess I'm just used to a higher standard of livin

Been introduced to a lotta niggas who used to prison

Need a bitch bad as Eve

Sinnin since the beginnin

The predicament my pen in

Predictin a nearin endin

I'm more than a star, I'm the cosmos

Cosmic soldier

Reload smoke ya

Electricity told ya

My moms not shocked by holsters

Nor the chinky eyed cheeba chicken hawk

We smokin that Al Roker

Froze up as I post up the pole shift chose us

Chicago was North Pole'd up

Shit sewed up

Sosa

How I Chief Keef

In the school of hard knocks wit a cheat sheet

Left college to fight life and got beat sleep

Woke up outta my deep sleep

Facin martial law

And Leafly

The city deliverin weed to me

But my old plug locked

Why ain't he free?

Beats me

If I see P

Can't even give that nigga a CD

In the A tryna be C H E I K H on the big screen

Thinkin big things

Dreamin big dreams

From the big streets

Of the windy city

To this little city

That's big on the streets

You could miss me

With the Blood, Crip

BD, GD

BCBG

Designed to be a Designer

Not be sleep G

I'm Neo in Inception

Architectin

Artifacts and Art selections

Yawn

I'm the best at whatever

Ever bitch, I bet whatever

The swordsmith, I'm clever

My head severs

I'm a God

Sorry God

But God did not

Bless your endeavors

You the Hare but you not a head a

Chicago Red'er

Duane Reade

My tongue a reed

Human beings are instruments, nigga sing

My nina sing

While niggas dance

Nigga dance for your niggatry

We used to hang

Offa Vance was the nigga tree

Corona in the petri

Everything ain't Georgia peachy

Believe a quarter what ya read and none of what ya see G

2pac be listenin to me G

Write rhymes on a Ouiji

XXX too

RIP Juice, I'm special

Is this the stu or the restroom

Either way, God bless you

Eat away, intellect food

I don't wanna politic wit you, I don't elect you

Bulletproof lectern

Green tips comin through

No rest in Pee

Q R S T

Just done wit you

Blow the L

W

Fencin wit fence-riders is probably fun to who

Not me tho

Hard body beetle

I need a Dreamdoll, Nicki, or a R&B hoe

I need to lay my eyes on every chip bring me Casino

My life kinda like Belly starrin Al Pacino

You winin Grigio, Pino

Nigga give me the dough

The big bambino

Beat it from NY to Reno

Yo queen pussy Toledo cuz yo D a placebo

I make her rain like Seattle

Hope you believe what she know

Fuck yo opinio

And feelings too, u not my niño

I lost a granny to chemo

I'm smokin till I G-O

C E O

Covered in gold, C3PO

Skitzo I look in the mirror and see three people

That's three times the black history tho

C D hoe

You can't hate the root and not the tree, hoe

Cheikh

Get it? Trio

The booth Hacé Frío

The fur grow on my species when we cold

These beast flows

We desist and cease those

G O D from the G O

In summer covered from head to toe cuz he glow

Blind people see bro

It's prolly illegal

But I can't stop cuz he go

I looped the beat then I yawned

The vocals landed equal

I don't know when or where I can be all I can be bro

So I'm just gone off the tree feedin soul and eatin egos